[She can tell how worried he is - feel it in his body language, hear it in his voice - and she remains close even when he pulls back, one hand clasping his, the other lifting to brush through his hair, hoping to soothe the pain he's feeling. She's glad to see him smile, at least, and she doesn't hesitate to return it.]

I'm fine, sweetheart. Just a little confused. I'm... not sure how I ended up here.

[Her brows furrow, not quite willing to say it so soon after he'd managed to stop himself from crying, but... she was sure that she'd died. One doesn't just forget about that. But as always, his needs must come first. It's her duty as a mother and as his protector, and more than that, she's worried about him.]

But you- Teddy, you must have so many questions...